Daughter of a Witch

Jealousy at the Fair

The Westview carnival was in full swing, with its colorful lights reflecting off the nearby lake and the faint sounds of laughter and music weaving through the air. Y/n dragged her moms through the crowd, pointing excitedly at every booth they passed. They'd already hit the classic games, winning a stuffed fox and a goldfish in a plastic bag, and Y/n was determined they'd conquer the whole carnival before they left.

As they neared the cotton candy stand, a man sidled up to Agatha, his expression overly friendly and his smile wide. "Enjoying the carnival?" he asked, his eyes not leaving her.

Agatha raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting to the cotton candy. "Yes, it's lovely," she replied, her tone polite but distracted. She was more interested in their evening as a family than chatting with a stranger, and she was about to move on when the man spoke again.

"Would you like some cotton candy? On me," he offered with a smile that bordered on smug, gesturing toward the stand.

Agatha's eyes flicked down to the wedding ring on her left hand, which she wore proudly and openly, a constant reminder of her family and everything she held dear. But the man seemed either oblivious or unbothered by this detail. Just as Agatha was about to give a polite but firm decline, Rio appeared, gliding smoothly into the conversation.

Without acknowledging the man, Rio wrapped an arm securely around Agatha's waist, pulling her close. She fixed her wife with a warm smile and spoke as if the stranger simply didn't exist. "What do you think, darling?" she asked, leaning into Agatha with a soft smile. "Should we get caramel apples and hot chocolate, or maybe one of those big pretzels?"

Agatha caught on immediately, leaning into Rio with a smile that radiated warmth. "Caramel apples, definitely," she replied, her voice softening. The two gazed at each other with such genuine affection that the man might as well have been invisible.

The stranger huffed, clearly unimpressed by being ignored. With a heavy roll of his eyes, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd.

Once he was out of earshot, Y/n broke into laughter, clapping her hands and leaning against Rio's shoulder. "Mom! That was amazing! You didn't even have to look at him!"

Rio smirked, tightening her hold on Agatha as she dropped a playful kiss on her wife's cheek. "No need to waste my energy on someone who can't even see what's right in front of them." She gave Agatha a quick, soft kiss on the lips, making Y/n scrunch her nose in playful disgust.

"You two are like a rom-com waiting to happen," Y/n teased, feigning exasperation. "Mom, you're so protective-it's like you're making sure no one even thinks about stealing Mama away!"

Agatha chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair out of Y/n's face. "Your mom's always had a flair for making her point." She squeezed Rio's hand. "It's one of the many reasons I adore her."

Rio flashed Y/n a grin, clearly pleased with herself. "Well, someone's got to keep everyone in check. Right, kid?"

"Absolutely," Y/n replied with a laugh. "I'm just lucky I'm already family, or you'd probably give me the same treatment." She glanced back at the now-abandoned cotton candy stand. "Think we can grab one of those pretzels on the way to the Ferris wheel?"

"Only if we get caramel apples, too," Agatha chimed in with a smile.

With an arm still wrapped around Agatha, Rio steered them toward the food stands, indulging Y/n's every whim and laughing along at her daughter's antics. After a few games of ring toss and a round at the balloon darts booth, they were stocked with snacks, prizes, and laughter.

As they strolled toward the Ferris wheel, Y/n suddenly stopped, spotting a booth where a small magical flame danced inside a glass sphere. "Ooh, look! They've got enchanted trinkets!" she exclaimed, rushing over.

Agatha smiled, following her, and Rio joined, inspecting the various mystical items on display. The carnival vendor noticed her interest and explained that the flames changed colors based on mood. Agatha raised an eyebrow, turning to Rio. "Care to test it out, love?"

Rio chuckled, stepping up to the orb. She placed her hand over it, and the flame flared a deep, rich blue. "What does that mean?" she asked, half-curious, half-amused.

The vendor grinned. "Blue is for calm. It means you feel... well, at home." He gestured toward Agatha, who was watching Rio with a smile, warmth evident in her gaze. "And that, I'd guess, has something to do with it."

Rio and Agatha shared a tender look. Each lost in the other's eyes for a moment. Y/n pretended to gag, though her smile betrayed her happiness. "Seriously, I can't take you two anywhere."

Agatha wrapped an arm around her daughter's shoulders, giving her a playful squeeze. "You'll understand one day."

They finally made their way to the Ferris wheel, settling into one of the carts just as the first fireworks burst above them. The colors exploded in a dazzling display, casting hues of pink, green, and gold across the dark sky. Y/n leaned her head back, sipping her hot chocolate as the cart slowly rose, watching her moms.

Rio slid her arm around Agatha's shoulders, pulling her close as they watched the show. Agatha rested her head on Rio's shoulder, a smile gracing her lips as she made eye contact with her daughter.

As the ride ended, they made their way back through the crowds, Agatha's hand tucked in Rio's and Y/n walking beside them, still clutching her stuffed fox and occasional cotton candy bites. The energy of the evening lingered, and their laughter and closeness filled the night with a warmth that outshone the glow of carnival lights.

As they left the carnival, Y/n looped her arm through Agatha's and leaned her head against her mom's shoulder. "Tonight was perfect," she murmured, a hint of a smile in her voice.

Rio smirked, nudging her daughter. "And we have the carnival's resident gentleman caller to thank for it, don't we?"

Y/n snorted, rolling her eyes. "Mom, I don't think he'll ever try his luck around you again. You were terrifying."

"Oh, don't worry," Rio replied with a wink. "I'll do it again if it means protecting my gorgeous wife."

They all laughed, their voices echoing in the quiet night as they strolled toward home. Secure in each other's love and laughter. They had memories of the perfect carnival night tucked safely in their hearts.